[Viktor nods, turning to face the swarm of mannequins in the opposite direction. He holds his hands out and flames burst out along them, lapping at the air over his sleeves, lightning crackling through it] [He pauses for a moment] Hm… you mentioned something about a third arm the other day. It got me thinking of that time in the arcade… [A ghostly shape rises above his head, almost reminiscent of a scorpion tail, or an arm. The palm of it condenses with bright energy] Ready 😌